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Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire.

Alan Paton

The tragedy is that things are not mended again.
ALAN PATON

Again Mend Thing Tragedy
Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end.
ALAN PATON

Beloved Country Cry End Thing Yet
Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.
ALAN PATON

Already Although Come Nothing Something
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply… For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.
ALAN PATON

Beloved Child Country Cry Fear Inheritor Unborn
For who can stop the heart from breaking?
ALAN PATON

Break Heart Stop
There is only one way in which one can endure man’s inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one’s own life, to exemplify man’s humanity to man.
ALAN PATON

Endure Inhumanity Life One Only Own Way
For mines are for men, not for money. And money is not something to go mad about, and throw your hat into the air for.
ALAN PATON

Air Hat Mad Men Mine Money Something Throw
Money is for food and clothes and comfort, and a visit to the pictures.
ALAN PATON

Clothes Comfort Food Money Picture Visit
These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.
ALAN PATON

Beyond Covered Grass Love Roll Sing
Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved.
ALAN PATON

Aloud Aye Bereaved Children Custom Dead Law Tribe Woman
What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?
ALAN PATON

Beat Broke Death Down Flesh Heart Knife Living Thrust
Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
ALAN PATON

Ever Except Foot Nothing Quiet
What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
ALAN PATON

Another Bring Broke Himself Kill Men
Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom.
ALAN PATON

Doom Fear Hate Hell Messenger Mind Open Sadness
And were your back as broad as heaven, and your purse full of gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is nothing you can do.
ALAN PATON

Back Broad Compassion Full Gold Heaven Nothing Purse Reach
There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all.
ALAN PATON

All Fall Much Now Silence Talk

Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire.

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Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire.

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